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Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 236

…Ace Bannion saw white blobs, the others saw them for what they are…

Across the way, seated in the stands along the 3rd base line at Comiskey Park, Constance, Fanny, Daniels and Ace discuss what the tangible results of this spectacle are.

“Here’s what I think Connie,” injects the man (Daniels) who best understands the role that Pentateuch has played in all this. “If you notice, the bread crumbled away and the wine was turned into water. Penty had poisoned both, and was going to execute everyone with Communion. God did His thing while he prepared that blackout, which by the way, was not just at the park or the city, not even the US, but the world. When we got power back here, so did everyone else on the planet; TV’s and all.”

“What were those 3 white blobs we saw around?” the burning question of this fleeting day.

“I don’t think Angels appreciate being called blobs, Ace. God uses them to carry out His bidding on Earth. Now I hardly know them on a first name basis, but I’m pretty sure that MICHAEL was in charge of this one. And from what I’ve seen out at Tolentine, GABRIELprobably zapped Canisso (Vincent Wolfgram), so he was in on this and RAPHAEL may have been here to help some of those people who gobbled Communion down before they were supposed to.”

Ace Bannion saw blobs, the others saw them for what they are.

“See, Ace buddy, it pays to listen to instructions,” Constance never passes up the chance to train her companions. Tragically, several dozen people, mostly those with predisposed physical problems (or it was just their time), died eating Penty’s poisoned portions. “They were told to wait but they figured, ‘it can’t hurt to eat this stuff now’?”

Many of the BGCPGCCR attendees were seekers, new to the rituals of religion.

Constance Caraway P.I ~Episode 233

…”In the name of Jesus Christ, be gone Satan, you are hereby banished to the Lake of Fire”…

*MICHAEL *, *RAPHAEL*, and *GABRIEL* are bathed in the white light of The Almighty. The strong voice of God bellows down in transforming greatness: “Rest easy my Children.”

And rest they do…

…After interminable length time, could be seconds, minutes or a blink of a Deity’s eye, the communicants roust from that suspended state in perfect health.

There are some who are suffering from a manner of gastronomical distress. Dotted throughout, evenly distributed, are those ill-fated souls who did not heed Billy Graham’s instructions to wait for corporate consumption… their reward for impatience?

The poison meant for the entire 45K.

Emergency medical teams tend to as many as they can, with little success; the survival of the unfortunate 1% will depend on their general health and fitness. 500 are down and going downer.

Reverend Graham can barely grasp what is transpiring around him, hardly conceiving what to say or do. He is standing on the stage, praying his heart out to God, which his absolute best default stance to take in trying times.

As three shafts of light hover above, like the guardian warriors that they are, the display case containing the sacred document, retrieved from Danforth Lodge, shatters into a million pieces.

While Billy Graham still prayed with arms reaching high, the divine parchment takes its place in his human hands. But unlike other times, when it was handled, it is unfurled and a foreign tone of voice burst forth from the preacher: “Be quiet! Come out of them! In the name of Jesus Christ, be gone Satan. Your time in this place has come to an end! You are hereby banished to the Lake of Fire!” (English translation)

With ghastly shrieks, evil spirits come out of many, to the amazement of all.—

–Just as that ancient language is spoken, the human form P. Joseph Winters dissolves to black dust, leaving behind the grotesque image of a shrinking Satan being sucked through a chasm into the yawning abyss that is hell.

Constance Caraway P.I. ~ Episode 232

…Dressed in clean, shining linen, with golden sashes around their chests, the three Angels of God spread their wings…

Communion has been distributed among the eager faithful (and those new this Jesus thing).

Suddenly and without notice the stadium turns pitch black. Just as Graham is about to raise his arms skyward, lifting the bread and wine that represents the body and blood of Jesus Christ, the fleeting daylight is not enough for anyone to see their hand in front of their face. The crusade crowd is at first silent, then building to a dull roar. Despite the frightening happenings, there is no panic.

This seemingly theatrical move was not in the script. Young Goldwyn likes theatrics, just do not mess with his lighting, “Do we still have our network link?” His cameras are rolling, despite the apparent lack of power.

There are three iridescent figures standing (or floating), one each at the end of the right and left field upper grandstands and one behind home plate, at the same level about 50 feet in the air.

If there weren’t such confusion, someone other than Billy Graham may have identified the figures as real Heavenly Hosts, instead of ghostly spirits.

Dressed in clean, shining linen, with golden sashes around their chests, the three Angels of God spread the wings on their arms and the wings on their feet, outward nearly touching at the epicenter of the gathering. Together, in unison they shout in glorious voice: “Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord of Hosts.”

At this point of Earth’s geography and specific moment in the Year of Our Lord 1951, the masses fall deaf and dumb, unable to hear or see.

*MICHAEL *, *RAPHAEL*, and *GABRIEL* are bathed in the white light of The Almighty. The strong voice of God bellows down in transforming greatness: “Rest easy my Children.”

Curses Foiled Again 2

Across the way, seated in the stands along the 3rd base line, Constance, Fanny, Daniels and AB discuss what the tangible results of this spectacle are.

“Here’s what I think Connie,” injects the man who best understands the role that Pentateuch has played in all this. “If you notice, the bread crumbled away and the wine was turned into water. Penty had poisoned both, and was going to execute everyone with Communion. God did His thing while he did that blackout, which by the way, was not just at the park or the city, and not just the US, but entire planet.”

“Yes I heard that this hemisphere world dark and the other side lost power all at once. Try to explain that way Mr. & Mrs. Atheist come on.” Connie, like all the other witnesses has seen the power of God and believes.

“And when we got power back, so did everyone else and TV’s still tuned to NBC.”

“What were those 3 white blobs we saw around,” the burning question of this fleeting day?

“I don’t think Angels appreciate being called blobs, Ace. God uses them to carry out His bidding on Earth. Now I hardly know them on a first name basis, but I’m pretty sure that MICHAEL was in charge of this one. And from what I’ve seen out at Tolentine, GABRIEL probably zapped Canisso (Vincent Wolfgram), so he was in on this and RAPHAEL may have been here to help some of those people who gobbled Communion down before they were supposed to.”

“See Ace buddy, it pays to listen to instructions,” Constance never passes up the chance to train her companion. Tragically, several dozen people, mostly those with predisposed physical problems (or it may have been their time and God allowed them to expire), died eating Penty’s poisoned portions. “They were told to wait but they figured, ‘it can’t hurt to eat this stuff now’?”

The mere thought of 40 or more thousand casualties boggles the mind. It would have been a disaster of epic proportions; unthinkable, unspeakable, inhumane, but none of that negativity entered into Pentateuch’s decision to kill a throng of innocent God seekers.

They were saved by the Father’s love.

But the one who seeks to devour was sent packing back to his home in the lake of fire where every day is hot and every moment regretful, even more so for any of his indentured tenants, new or old.

“Pentateuch, the name I gave the Devil, has been banished for a good while, but don’t worry, he comes back later in the 1950’s. He is very effective to this day and will be until the last days.”

“You fainted and I caught you. It was the first time I’d supported a human. You had such heavy bones. I put myself between you and gravity. Impossible.”

“I have spoken here of heavenly help, of angels dispatched to bless us in time of need. But when we speak of those who are instruments in the hand of God, we are reminded that not all angels are from the other side of the veil. Some of them we walk with and talk with—here, now, every day. Indeed heaven never seems closer than when we see the love of God manifested in the kindness and devotion of people so good and so pure that angelic is the only word that comes to mind.” ― Jeffrey R. Holland

“If you do not believe there is a devil, be sure that there are Angels, not to tempt and destroy, but to guide and aid.”

Like this:

“Be a light unto the world, and hurt it not. Seek to build not destroy. Bring My people home.How?By your shining example. Seek only Godliness. Speak only in truthfulness. Act only in love.

Live the Law of Love now and forever more. Give everything require nothing.
Avoid the mundane.
Do not accept the unacceptable.
Teach all who seek to learn of Me.
Make every moment of your life an outpouring of love.
Use every moment to think the highest thought, say the highest word, do the highest deed. In this, glorify your Holy Self, and thus too, glorify Me.
Bring peace to the Earth by bringing peace to all those whose lives you touch. Be peace. Feel and express in every moment your Divine Connection with the All, and with every person, place, and thing.
Embrace every circumstance, own every fault, share every joy, contemplate every mystery, walk in every man’s shoes, forgive every offense (including your own), heal every heart, honor every person’s truth, adore every person’s God, protect every person’s rights, preserve every person’s dignity, promote every person’s interests, provide every person’s needs, presume every person’s holiness, present every person’s greatest gifts, produce every person’s blessing, pronounce every person’s future secure in the assured love of God.
Be a living, breathing example of the Highest Truth that resides within you. Speak humbly of yourself, lest someone mistake your Highest Truth for boast. Speak softly, lest someone think you are merely calling for attention. Speak gently, that all might know of Love. Speak openly, lest someone think you have something to hide. Speak candidly, so you cannot be mistaken. Speak often, so that your word may truly go forth. Speak respectfully, that no one be dishonored. Speak lovingly, that every syllable may heal. Speak of Me with every utterance. Make of your life a gift. Remember always, you are the gift!
Be a gift to everyone who enters your life, and to everyone whose life you enter. Be careful not to enter another’s life if you cannot be a gift. (You can always be a gift, because you always are the gift—yet sometimes you don’t let yourself know that.) When someone enters your life unexpectedly, look for the gift that person has come to receive from you…I HAVE SENT YOU NOTHING BUT ANGELS.” ― Neale Donald Walsch, Conversations With God: An Uncommon Dialogue, Vol.